© 2013 Aaron Atkinson

Ticked Off

This weekend we went to Laura’s family farm in Missouri. As we were driving home I felt something crawling down my back between my shirt and skin. I reached in and pulled out a lively little tick. When we got home, Laura pulled off one that was biting her leg.

Laura: Ooh gross. I hate ticks. That one was biting me. What if I get Lyme disease?

Me: You’ll be okay. I think that takes a bit of time to transmit.

Laura: I’m freaking out. I think that I have PTSD.

Me: Sounds to me like you’ve got PTTD – post traumatic tick disorder.


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